Absolution I don’t know if there’s hope When friend turns foe I don’t know Where in separation Yoke and embryo Glistening placenta gouache The painter may Render this potential life Legacy of strife In verdant whisker I could have been born Elsewhere or not Chemistry. cellular change Alchemists with tears as coat of arms We consume tangerines The smell of orange rind and cloves Seasonal with moth holes Moses climbs from his wicker man Escaping the fire And disbelieved share Their bronze debacle Lend me the mahogany deep of your voice Bringing me back from kimono exile Remember, I have no power But the truth of nude vanquish Attributed to low lamps, proffered incense Summoning believers in thin Mackintosh bones We are rubric To gardens in the rain Bird baths for those Needful of absolution

Candice Louisa Daquin is of Sephardi French/Egyptian descent. Born in Europe, Daquin worked in publishing before immigrating to America to become a Psychotherapist, where she has continued writing and editing whilst practicing as a therapist. Daquin is Senior Editor at Indie Blu(e) Publishing, a feminist micro-press. She freelances as Writer-in-Residence for Borderless Journal and Poetry & Art Editor for The Pine Cone Review. Her next personal book of poetry is Tainted by the Same Counterfeit (Finishing Line Press, coming out 2022). Find more of her work at http://www.thefeatheredsleep.com
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